This may be the #1 reason to use UNIX: so you can have a meaningful shortcut command named 'pimp.'
[liz@serverliz]$ pimp
[liz@server gen]$
My pimp worked. Bad ass.

I was hit by this urge to say "Wow, you're really hot. Is that a hickey?"

But I chose not to. I think that's always the smart move, to not talk.

My birthday was Very Nice, though very very mellow. After last year's week long unruly boozer-fest (UBF) yesterday was Just Fine. I got some lovely cards and gifts (thanks, Andreatan, giver of cute pajamas and socks, Heather and Gerald, Dana, AmyFritz, Lisa and the dynamic duo of Sarah/Gregory!), had a nice dinner with Andrea and hung out at home afterwards.

It's just hard to get excited about turning 31, an age with no real significance. I was, however, grateful to have completion of what had proved to be the hardest year of my life. Obviously, March 17 having passed means little to the cosmos, should they decide to sling more bad stuff my way, I will not be immune simply because the year is over but it is my most sincere hope that the cosmos will at least acknowledge the tribulations of this past year and cut me some slack in the coming one.

Seriously, I've done my time. Move on to someone else.

The only really good thing about turning 31 is that i'm now only 4 years away from playing in the over 35 league. Woo!

Word of the day: pabulum:

1. A substance that gives nourishment; food.
2. Insipid intellectual nourishment: “TV... gobbled up comedy material and spat it out as pabulum” (Richard Corliss).

I found it in this article.

Evals, Now in Progress
Last night's session went reasonably well, we seemed to have enough evaluators to go around and the drills went all right.

However, I'm still dealing with the scheduling/injury issues for a large number of people, most of whom understand that we're doing our best, that we're trying to make a balanced place for people to play, or in the immortal words of our esteemed VP,

"There are several reasons for league-wide evaluations. The reasons include rebalancing divisions to maintain the competitive level and spirit of each division, moving players to the division that best suits their skills and to promote respectful sportsmanship and eliminate negative perceptions between divisions."

Most people get that and give me no lip. However, one thorn in my side has decided that she doesn't need to skate any of her evaluations and is getting close to being abusive about it.

Seriously, if you don't value the end result of the efforts we put forth to make a league where everyone is comfortable and has a good time, please, I beg you, go skate somewhere else. I know that evlaluations can be nerve-wracking, I do. The nights I tried out for the Seals I was either so far removed from the situation that I was on auto-pilot, grateful that my legs knew what they were doing without me checked in to guide them, or was looking for the nearest trash can to puke in.

So I know all about tryouts. And I also know that they're a part of life in team sports.

That Time Again
Remember when you were a kid and birthdays were a big deal? All day, I'd feel special, like it was my special day, like I was unique (except for my cousin Bob, who has the same birthday). That sort of tingly feeling followed me all day, painted by the anticipation of what may come. Invariably, good things would come. Gifts, cupcakes, a dinner I enjoyed. Oh, and gifts.

But that was then. Today, which, by the way, is my birthday, does not have that feeling. I have work to do at work, a paper due tonight and a bunch of articles to read before class at 6. It all adds up to just another day.

In the end, my mom did give me money, for hockey. Which is always the perfect gift! Thanks, mom.

Wow. Awful plastic surgery is hilarious. And sad.

Last night I got home from the board meeting (where I arrived late but fully prepared) and class (where they seemed to really like my story. Good thing, I liked it too!) at the same time as Andrea. I was stoked to find myself pulling up right behind her in the driveway. Natrually, I had to pee so I ducked in the house, expecting her to follow. A few minutes later, she hadn't appeared so I went outside to see what she was up to.

The Monday night routine on Pacific Ave is chatting with the neighbors over our garbage cans, in preparation for Tuesday, Trash Day, a day of great importance.

But I digress. Noticing that Andrea is outside somewhere, I go outside in search of her. It had been a long day and I was ready to see her. She was out there, chatting with the gals from each side of us. One of the gals points at my love handles (okay, they're more like a rollbar of love than just a handle, something I'm aware of every minute that I'm awake, thankyouverymuch) and says "What's this? You looked so skinny the other day." I was probably wearing some slimmer pants that day. Since I've started sitting at a desk in a public area for part of the day, I've stopped wearing some of my low rider pants. The last thing the general public needs is to see part of my lily white back or worse, any part of whatever may be under my pants (underpants, if you must know. Perv.), so I'm wearing my older pants from a heavier time a lot.

Apparently, those pants make me look fat. Thanks.

I honestly do not know why people can't keep their mouths shut. Women especially should know better than to comment about a woman's weight unless it's to say 'wow! you look great!'

And speaking of noticing that someone looks great, that does not give you a license to tell a woman anything in a lewd manner. My long hair and weight loss are not a license or espeically an invitation for lacivious comments or lewd behavior.

The best example of this that I can share here, in a public forum happened the other day, when I saw a guy I knew from band. He was heading to the lameo band that I dropped out of while I was leaving campus. I stopped to say hi and the first thing out of his mouth was "Boy, it's a good thing you're a lesbian, because if you were straight, I'd be all over you." EXCUSE ME??? Never mind that I have a partner and that you, sir, are MARRIED or that you just repulsed me, probably forever.

Is it really so fucking hard to just say "hey, you look nice," and leave it at that?

Apparently.

Tuesday TMI
Today, my breasts seem huge. Much larger than normal. Every time I see myself in a mirror or reflective glass, I am startled by their largeness. Where did they come from and more importantly, why won't they go away? Or at least get smaller?

She's gotta nice...Glove!

Andreatan, Master of Goalie

Doesn't she look great?

Even now, there are moments were I just miss Alice.